Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Go, why not go?"

The wheel-runner king sneered, "What does that Zhang Yi have to do with us? Don't forget, we have an agreement with Jie Luck Dao."

"If we don't kill Mr. Xu, we won't be considered to have completed the entrustment of Jie Luck Dao. How can they fulfill the agreement?"

The eyes of the wheel-turning king were full of sinister evil.

"That's right, that's how it should be!"

King Chu Jiang nodded thoughtfully.

"Zhang Yi, but Du Qingruo, the woman's man, if we lost the reason, would Jie Yundao still fulfill the agreement?"

"Then, you can't let them go!"

The wheel-turning king's tone was terrifying, "In short, as long as Jie Yundao doesn't take the initiative to tell us to suspend the agreement, we have to complete the agreement."

"Our underworld has always been the most trustworthy!"

"Then it's settled!"

The king of equality suddenly stood up, "Wait for my good news!"

...

Xiangyi House, Linyao City.

In the backyard of the prefect's yamen, Fu Bao was waving his small fists in a rhythmic manner, and humming rhythmically.

On the side, brothers Dabao and Erbao were beating sandbags.

On the other side, the Three Treasures, the Four Treasures, and the Five Treasures were playing with sand and rolling in the sand pile, and they had a lot of fun.

As for Da Niu'er and Er Niu'er, because they are female dolls, they are still required to love cleanliness and cannot roll in the sandpit like Sambo and the others.

As several nephews and nieces grew up, a group of little dolls mixed together, and every day at home was like a war.

Fortunately, there are many people in the family, otherwise, it is really impossible to see such a group of small things.

"Little aunt, when can we stop playing sandbags?"

It was another morning of beating sandbags. Dabao and Erbao looked at their little red and swollen fists and felt that they were really pitiful.

How many days has it been?

They are still children!

Why do they have to beat sandbags every day?

Obviously they can fight with the little aunt, isn't this bullying them?

"Wait until you can beat me!"

Fu Bao squinted and smiled.

It was not her idea to let the two eldest nephews play sandbags.

As for when Dabao and Erbao can stop playing sandbags, it depends on when their grandfather speaks.

It's strange to say that, in Fubao, the super simple fetal breathing method was learned, but Dabao and Erbao were never allowed to enter. The result is naturally that the poor little brothers can only clean up the same way that Mr. Xu trained Mr. Xu and his brothers back then.

Great-grandchildren across generations?

This is beyond doubt.

It's just that the old man Xu returned to his two eldest grandsons, but this did not prevent the old man from educating the two grandsons. As for whether Dabao and Erbao understand it, it doesn't matter.

Mr. Xu didn't have the idea of ​​explaining to the two grandsons.

Naturally, Fubao will not talk too much.

It is also a very interesting thing to watch the two elder nephews beat the sandbags bitterly every day.

"Grandma, can we not have to punch sandbags every day?"

They didn't get the answer they wanted from Su Wu, so the two brothers went to grind the grandmother, Mrs. Xu.

Mrs. Xu laughed and said, "Yes, as long as your grandfather agrees, grandma agrees!"

Hearing the grandmother speak like this, the younger brothers suddenly fell down.

"Grandma, don't you like us?"

Two treasures, ghosts and ghosts, made a pitiful appearance of being abandoned.

However, can old lady Xu be fooled by this?

"Go, go, pretend to be pitiful again, wait for your dad to come back and see if he doesn't spank you!"

"Grandma, I was wrong!"

When he heard that he might be spanked by his father, Er Bao was instantly cowardly.

Fu Bao looked at the pitiful appearance of the two eldest nephews, and slowly swayed to him, saying, "How about this, after you finish punching sandbags every day, then join me in punching for a while?"

"don't want--"

The two brothers answered almost in unison.

They've worked so hard, so don't worry about it.

Seeing this, Fubao just laughed.

After breakfast, Dabao and Erbao followed Fubao to the school to study.

In the matter of reading, whether it is the second treasure of the ghost spirit or the big treasure, it seems that they all inherited the powerful genes of their father, and they are not interested at all.

It's just that, no matter whether the little brothers like it or not, they all have to learn.

If they don't learn, when their biological father comes back, they will definitely serve them a fried pork on a bamboo plate.

The taste of fried pork on bamboo boards, the two brothers have tasted it once before, and they were very impressed.

That time, the two of them were beaten up and screamed, but everyone in the family, whether it was a loving mother, a kind grandmother, or a little aunt who played with them, helped and begged for mercy.

This also made the little brothers understand that when their father was playing the board, no one would help them.

Therefore, the two brothers fight each other, and they must not taste the second fried pork on bamboo plate.

After school, Fu Bao took the two brothers home as usual, and bought some snacks for the little nephews and nieces at home.

As the aunt of the seven little guys, Fu Bao is now very much like an elder.

"Little aunt, what are we going to buy today?"

"I want to eat spicy chicken wings!"

Dabao and Erbao walked by Fubao's side. You said a word to me, and directly gave the answer to the question asked by Fubao.

"Then eat it!"

Fu Bao waved his hand proudly.

As a rich woman, she is really not bad for money.

Although in order to support his father's affairs, Fu Bao contributed all his dowry money. However, she not only has the money, but also many other industries, which are all constantly making money.

At the beginning, Mr. Xu was planning to bring people from Lingshui Village to buy and sell spicy roast chicken, but now he is still doing it, but the participants are no longer from Lingshui Village, but the town troops who fought in Huangfengkou. Soldier's family.

Nowadays, there are many spicy roast chicken shops in this Linyao city.

But even so, the business of each shop is quite good.

Delicious and never short of customers.

Fubao took Dabao, Erbao, and Lichun, who had been following her, and went straight to the spicy roast chicken shop that she often went to. It turned out that the shop was temporarily closed.

As a frequent visitor, Fu Bao took Da Bao and Er Bao directly to knock on the door.

"Uncle Ding, Aunt Miao, are you there?"

Fubao's little hands are not big, but his stamina is not small.

"I'm Fu Bao!"

While knocking on the door, Fu Bao reported himself to the door, and at the same time put his ear to the door panel and listened to the movement in the shop.

there's noise!

whimper!

Fu Bao practiced the fetal breathing method. Although he was not big, his strength was not bad, and his hearing was also quite remarkable.

In the crowd of people on the street, she could still hear the voice in the shop.

"This voice, it seems that someone has been gagged!"

Fu Bao's eyes widened, and then, with a fist, the small fist slammed into the door of the store, and the stick behind the door of the store was broken with one punch, and the door fell to the ground.

When he saw the situation in the shop, Fu Bao's face became cold, and he said crisply, "You are miserable! Do you know?"